Rows of bones

Built a home
Not for two
Lying with velvet and rotten wood
I’m not in any rush
I’ll wait for you

I’ll put my best suit on
You wear your shiny shoes
Let’s try and look our best
When they march our bodies through
The rusted gates of Birkenau

We go down, down, down, down down
Til we’re buried
Like rows and rows of bones

And the sun’s hardly shown
And the wind don’t blow and
I’m here all alone
I guess this feels like home
More than any pile of bricks and sticks and

They’ll try and stitch us up
Make our bodies new
But they can’t account for all the shit
That we’ve been through

No tombstone can define
How dead I feel inside
How much I wanna die
The empty feeling of a coffin in the night
This was all your doing

The beating in my brain
I haven’t slept in days
And the next time you go skipping
Past my grave I’m gonna haunt you every fucking day

And we go down, down, down, down down
Til we’re buried like rows and rows of bones

And the sun’s hardly shown
And the wind don’t blow and I’m here all alone
I guess this feels like home More than any pile of bricks and sticks and
Stones